PoemsEdward Moxon, 1856 - 379 oldal |
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16. oldal
... turn away , Thou , willing me to stay , Wooest not , nor vainly wranglest ; But , looking fixedly the while , All my bounding heart entanglest In a golden - netted smile ; Then in madness and in bliss , If my lips should dare to kiss ...
... turn away , Thou , willing me to stay , Wooest not , nor vainly wranglest ; But , looking fixedly the while , All my bounding heart entanglest In a golden - netted smile ; Then in madness and in bliss , If my lips should dare to kiss ...
20. oldal
... turn away The boat - head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where the water slept . A goodly ...
... turn away The boat - head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where the water slept . A goodly ...
21. oldal
... turn A walk with vary - colour'd shells Wander'd engrain'd . On either side All round about the fragrant marge From fluted vase , and brazen urn In order , eastern flowers large , Some dropping low their crimson bells . Half - closed ...
... turn A walk with vary - colour'd shells Wander'd engrain'd . On either side All round about the fragrant marge From fluted vase , and brazen urn In order , eastern flowers large , Some dropping low their crimson bells . Half - closed ...
28. oldal
... into his narrow earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland . O ! hither lead thy feet ! Pour round mine ears the livelong bleat Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , 28 28 ODE TO MEMORY .
... into his narrow earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland . O ! hither lead thy feet ! Pour round mine ears the livelong bleat Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , 28 28 ODE TO MEMORY .
49. oldal
... turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . 2 . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine enshrouded form . Let them rave ...
... turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . 2 . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine enshrouded form . Let them rave ...
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answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dream earth Edwin Morris Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro scorn seem'd shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things thou art thought thro thy dreams turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weary weep wild wind yonder
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199. oldal - And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
11. oldal - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
271. oldal - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
283. oldal - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
279. oldal - With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm ; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battleflags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
268. oldal - Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts, And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts. Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro...
335. oldal - Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board, no helmsman steers, I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars.
142. oldal - In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
70. oldal - In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot.
195. oldal - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.